House for Sale, Porto

You need to be aware of how rich the Unites States is. I'm getting schooled here every day. This is one block over from one of the major routes in the city.
We've looked online at house prices in urban Portugal, and they start off high, pretty much, and go higher. To get "reasonable" prices you need to go out away from the "big" cities.
I haven't yet called on this house, but I've seen places not as bad as this for 110,000 euros. What you're buying here, really is the lot with the foundations and, probably, outer walls.
The thing about this place, though, the Traverso is a dead-end street . . . physically. Then, once you're in it mentally, I'm not sure how you'd ever get out.

video (190414) will follow . . . 

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